Tonight a kitty cat was hanging around our door, so we brought it in out of the rain and played with it for a while.
She made herself comfortable right quick.
I love - really really love - how Jimi is with animals. Watching him set out a bowl of milk and helping Avery not be afraid. I think I would have just pointed at it through the window (I'm a little afraid of cats. The hissing).
Then when it went upstairs and made itself a permanent spot on the chair, I didn't dare pick it up. I kind of stood there wringing my hands until Jimi came and got her; sent her outside to get on home.
I always said I wouldn't marry a man who hunted for sport - for more reasons than "i don't want to hurt the animals" that I won't go into here - so you can imagine this kind of thing just tickles me pink.
Who says "tickles me pink"?
5th grade math teachers, that's who.